The Conservative Soldier

Another installment of News to Amuse (the alternatives being open weeping, and/or going, as they say, completely “postal”).

Item: Presidential aspirant Barrack Hussein Obama quickly dismisses suggestions that he go to Iraq for a look around, until the fact that he has not set foot there since 2006 (more than 870 days) is seized by rational thinkers as indefensible. (Obama is a member of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, which also is a fact but seems like a bad joke). It is quickly noted that Obama has said he would meet in the future with Iran’s maniacal Mahmoud Ahmadinejad (if he becomes President) but does not appear interested in meeting in Baghdad with American Gen. David Petraeus, the architect of a winning strategy in Iraq that Obama deplores/ignores.

So the good news here is that, little by little, we are getting to know the mysterious Obama. And it is starting to feel like a visit to a sausage-making plant. Each door that is opened reveals important detail that holds increasingly less appeal.

We now know that he never sees trouble coming. And that he will react, on a dime, to shifting political winds. Within days of rejecting a trip to Iraq (first offered up as part of a bi-partisan visit with Sen. John McCain), the Obama camp was insisting that Baghdad is on its calendar “later in the year”. This episode might also be telling us that Sen. Obama is, in the final analysis, just another cowardly limousine liberal.

Item: New York Gov. David A. Paterson directs all state agencies to begin to revise their policies and regulations to recognize same-sex marriages performed in other jurisdictions, especially Massachusetts, California and Canada.

While he’s at it, maybe Paterson should throw a bone to his former boss in Albany and demand recognition of opposite-sex hook-ups motivated by cash on the barrel. I mean, we’re trying so hard (you might say bending over backwards, but I’m not digging the visuals) to show understanding and compassion for gay couples. Isn’t it a bit hypocritical to embrace one form of social deviance rejected by a majority of Americans while penalizing another? I’m sure Eliot Spitzer could not agree more.

Item: In the same week, Tennessee lawmakers admit that appointing rather than electing judges was a bad idea, while, in Davidson County, Tenn., a county clerk rules that it’s now OK for illegal immigrants to receive marriage licenses and go to the altar (reversing a decade-old ban).

Proponents of allowing undocumented residents to be legally married say they are recognizing a fundamental right. (Apparently, this goes hand in hand with their fundamental right to demand uninsured medical treatment, driving privileges and untaxed income).

Perhaps when the citizens of Tennessee begin to elect judges again, they’ll install judges who will have the backbone (and the common sense) to reject these marriages for what they are — yet another catalyst of unbridled illegal immigration.

Item: A Chicago area school district bans birthday cakes in adherence of a new “wellness” policy.

Not for any lack of hot air to put out the candles, mind you. Seems this school board in Arlington Heights, Ill., also has banned cupcakes as birthday treats.

What, you don’t get the logic? Let me explain. The reason our kids our fat and lazy has nothing to do with the junk they’re permitted to eat at home, where mom and dad are just too busy to toss a salad or grill some fresh fish. The reason our kids are fat and lazy are those three or four pieces of birthday cake they eat every year at school. I mean, c’mon, we can’t expect the parents to be responsible for their kids’ diets.

Item: Texas Supreme Court rules children from polygamist compound must be returned to their mothers because there is no evidence the kids were in “immediate danger”.

Nothing says traditional values like families spawned by teen-aged mothers, married against their will to older men, giving birth to children who will live their formidable years and be “home-schooled” inside a remote rural compound.

Pass the Kool-Aid.